Still Light
The morning started with Donnie eating toast over the sink the way he always did
Horror
Station Seven
The air tastes like ammonia and bleach and something underneath both.
Deconstruction
The box says forty-two pieces. I’ve counted three times
The Last Mercy
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
Calum in the Forest
Every shot taken draws the forest closer.
Haley Alone
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
Who Gardens the Gardeners?
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
Another Z in the Fourth Wall
Eddie’s fist connected with a satisfying crunch and Haley couldn’t keep from smiling.
The Good and the Bad
I relish the fine minutia of perfection.
Mary Had a Disgruntled Lamb
Mary had a disgruntled little lamb
Fear
I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise.